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144 Relieve me low, lord ! at thy feet And bless, that I have s^oocl that's meet ! " Good will be thy share, mother," said Satyammda. " How, Sire," returned Santi, " By your command I am doomed to widowhood." " I did not know you then, Mother. I did not realise the strength of the string when I pulled so hard. You are wiser than I am, you must find a way out of this scrape. Do not tell Jivananda that I know everything. For your sake he has saved his life so long, and he may save it longer yet. If he does that my object will be gained." There was a flash of rage in those large, blue and blooming eyes, like the flash of lightning in the mid- night clouds. "Why, Sire!" Santi retorted, "I and my husband are but one soul. I shall certainly tell him everything that has passed between you and me. He may die, if he must. There would be no harm done to me, for I shall die with him. He has got a Heaven to gato, is it ? — So have 1." The Celebate answered, " I have never been worsted before, like this, but I confess my defeat to you to-day. Mother, 1 am your child.— Be kind to your child ; save Jivananda's life, save your's, and my object will be gained." This time the lightning smiled in her face. " My husband's duty is entirely in his hands," said Santi ; " who am I that I should stand in the way of its per- formance ? In this world the husband.is the. god of the